(G): Oh, how do I come up with this stuff? This year I decided, like a goofball, that I needed to be more agile. And that is a fact (goofball and agility). The idea that agility was something that I could just “acquire” well that’s another story. Those of you how actually know me have a clearer understanding that I am not graceful, naturally coordinated, or a skillful mover.
The only reason I can teach yoga is because I know what’s coming next. And the only reason I am safe for others in yoga is that I’m moving no further than the four corners of my mat. It keeps my klutziness contained for the most part.
Now that we’ve lowered the bar on agility, I am a mess. The only thing moving fast while I try to move quickly through the agility ladder is my respiration.
Each footfall sounds like a small herd of thundering elephants. I am not light on my feet. It’s sad when you know what should happen and then find that reality doesn’t even come close to matching. My efforts and the outcome are often mismatched pairs when it comes to drills like this. I know how it should look, how it should unfold and yet the experience is always well… different.
But I persevere because I am committed or a slow learner or some mixture of the two. That’s just the kind of combination that will get you signed up for one ultra after the other.
And forward to ultra #1 of 2016 I run.
This weekend with the mercury hovering in the teens and windchill somewhere much lower I opted to stay inside. The treadmill is not my favorite but I wasn’t feeling game for frostiness and since I don’t have any races planned in the Arctic, at least not yet, I ran inside in shorts as if a sign of protest for the weather.
So while the weather indoors was predictable so was the back to back hard training days that are Saturdays and Sundays. I ran 12 miles on Saturday and then followed it by 8 on Sunday. And to clear up any misconception those consecutive long days feel just like you’d expect them to. They only get longer as the weeks go by. And of course my non-running weekend times will become lazier and lazier.
As they say, the only time you get any projects done at home is during a taper. That rings true here as well.
(L) This week the sun came out and the warm temperatures have lulled me into thoughts of summer. This is never a good sign when it’s February in Colorado. We all know that March and April are when the real snow usually hits.
But alas I am enjoying the sunshine and hatless/gloveless days of February. This week I was a able to get back into a groove after my previous week of back issues. I won’t say it’s completely better, but enough that it isn’t stopping me from getting out there.
It’s obviously affecting me though because this weekend I had a dream that I was running on some dirt trail with my hubby and I felt like I was dragging a lead wagon behind me. I was huffing and puffing and couldn’t carry on a conversation. In my dream I was actually worried and thought there was something wrong with me. On Monday my hubby and I went out for a few miles and I remembered my dream and I laughed to myself and thought the only thing wrong with me is that I need to step it up!
So this week I am stepping it up and adding yoga back into my routine. Apparently nearing 46 takes a lot of extra work and attention to…well, every muscle in my body.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G
The Torture Report began in January 2014 as a weekly update of our journey to completing a 50-mile race. Since then it’s continued on to become a chronicle of how we try mightily to find fitness, health and sometimes the finish line. We aren’t always successful but we keep showing up and telling you all about it on Tuesdays.